I mean, technically they've always been countable, but now we are basically down to low, low, low numbers. There's only 2 full Saturday's left before I'm full term. Then another 3 after that. Each weekend is booked up with something. A family event, a birthday party, we're even spending my full term milestone weekend at the beach for a 4 day weekend with friends.
SO basically? I'm just realizing more and more how little time is left. It makes me both excited and, well, excited more. But also a little anxious to get things done, and to feel like we hit some checklist of things.
For some reason though? This weekend I kind of put that all to the back burner.
Declan and I scheduled a date night this past Friday night, and oh I remember the fancy-free days of never scheduling date nights and them just occurring. HA HA. My how things change with children. Go figure, you have to PLAN for them. Geesh. I kid. But nevertheless, we were going to go on a date. I was going to dress nice. I was going to feel good. I was going to hold my husbands hand and eat dinner in peace. And communicate to each other like adults without having to sing the A-B-C's or practice our numbers in spanish or rationalize with a toddler why she can't have the flippin' iPad for the 99th time. But I digress.
At the last minute I decided to ask my mom if she'd be willing to keep Emeline overnight. My parents are willing to do this pretty much whenever, but I never take them up on it (my own fault). The last time she stayed overnight (or away from us for that matter) was when we went on our fantastic anniversary trip to the Keys last September. So I guess it was time. I packed her bags in a hurry, we set her up at my parents, she basically told us to leave (she loves it there), and off we went, hand in hand.
It was pretty much awesome. Dinner was good, quiet, peaceful and we talked. We talked. And it wasn't all about our kid(s) either (okay maybe a little). Even though it was drizzling rain afterwards, we went and walked around town, huddling in doorways all romantic-like (okay not quite), and even went and grabbed some frozen yogurt.
We slept in till 9!AM! on Saturday morning (cannot even remember the last time...), even snuck in a breakfast date, and then went to pick up Emeline who we literally had to pull away because she did NOT wanna leave she had such a good time, as usual.
The rest of the weekend was filled with normal stuff, but good stuff. Random errands, grocery shopping, laundry, movie renting, couch cuddling, pancake breakfasts, church, a 30th birthday party, and my husband even managed to get in a few hours of guy-time where he went paintballing (and has the welts to prove it).
We did nothing to prepare for the baby, physically. Even though my weekends are numbered low like whoa. But? That's okay. Because we snuck in what could potentially be our last alone date night for a while, quiet movie times while Eme was in bed without a newborn cuddling on us (although I do love that), and time just the three of us.
And it was good.
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